A Sandwich Called Saturn

1. Saturn Sandwich

I'm in a square of sorts, can't decide whether it is inside or outside. I come from somewhere and want to have a bite. There is a sandwich bar across the square. I suppose I am coming home from work. It must be evening.

At the bar, people are already waiting and queuing up. They do that along the bar. There are different people tending to them, but all of them are currently engaged, and when I reach the bar, no one is free to help me. I move a little to the right and look if I can get someone's attention, because I want to be served fast. 

More to the left were the sandwiches that I liked, with falafel. I want a veggie one for sure.

Then, at last a new person appears and takes my order. I don't ask questions, while I would rather have wanted some of the people already there tending to me, but it is okay. I tell him what I want, but clearly he can't hear me. There is a lot of noise. There are a lot of people about. So he gets me a Sandwich Saturn, but this one has meat (vleeskroket), a meat croquette, sliced in half and served in a sandwich. I'm okay with it, I'm not going to argue. He wouldn't hear me anyway. The type of sandwich was called Saturn. The name in itself I was happy with.

2. A Pump in my Sleeping Bag

We are somewhere in between and cleaning up. We have just camped or something, a few days, maybe a week. We are between buildings, but again maybe inside. Can't tell. The car is parked here. Anle and Svdb are here. They'll be driving. Which is good, because the car I came here with was much smaller.

I want to roll up my mat, the sleeping mat that I used. But I want to roll up everything in it, too, like one big package. This is also the way I got here, so it must work. Everything is on the floor. I kneel and get started. The rest is already done, I'm the last. I find it hard to do it. Somehow things don't stay or keep together. Among all the stuff is one big thing, a pump for my bicycle. I got it with me, so it will come with me again. I roll it along with the sleeping mat.

At least, when everything is in it, then I don't have to be worried, because there will be plenty of room. I did not take this into account when I rolled up everything. If I had, then I shouldn't have made a big deal of everything, but I am slow.

3. Small Room

(From notes). Long small rectangular room on the side (much like in an earlier dream, the one with the theater). Grdr is here, and also other people. Can't remember what happened.